He's Left These Woods
By Jane Hyphen
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He’s left these woods,
Mr Pip slipped
quietly through a gap.
A quick look back
then gone between the trees.
Fifteen years ago
I held him on my lap
as his fiery brown eyes
searched anxiously
for his squirming siblings.
We chose him
and we were his family.
He was sleek and
full of promise,
like an apple seed;
shiny dark brown, black
and thoroughly knowing.
A white flash on his chest
like a star, we said, a bat.
I soon learned that he could fly
and many hidden powers
from the past,
ones we lost, he held
and gave them back.
And other powers
possessed of those
who are truly present.
I paid him back with food
and adoring love,
but he didn’t take it all,
he didn’t need it
and wanted me to
keep some for myself,
a frail human.
I couldn’t hide with him,
‘It’s her and that black dog’
A wandering team,
rather aimless
but getting out nonetheless.
I miss him but I know
he’s just through the trees.
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Beautiful
Beautiful
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Such a devoted poem makes for
Such a devoted poem makes for a great tribute to such an adoring missed friend. I'm sure Mr Pip is with you in spirit as you seemed so close.
Jenny.
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Oh Jane, that's PERFECT! My
Oh Jane, that's PERFECT! My chest is all tight reading. I could never write about my dog, but you have and it is wonderful to know someone understands completely. I love your descriptions, am so glad he came to you in a dream
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This beautiful tribute to Mr
This beautiful tribute to Mr Pip is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day.
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Yes, they're always always
Yes, they're always always there, just out of the corner of your vision - but you know they're still there. This is so beautiful Jane - you express it so perfectly. I'm so sorry for your loss, but this is a wonderful tribute and what a beautiful picture too. Very glad to see golden cherries on this!
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When one of my babies dies I
When one of my babies dies I bury that baby in a pot with a plant so they go on living as long as the plant grows. Much obliged for the read.
V/R
TJ
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A beautiful tribute, Jane. My
A beautiful tribute, Jane. My collie woofer is 16 going on 17 later this year. Savouring the days we have with him. Paul
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This is our Poem of the Week
This is our Poem of the Week - Congratulations!
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Taken on a vision, captured in words...
Finely penned, soul moving, not only in your words, the journey through your eyes.....
Accolades well deserved....
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Such a precious memory &
Such a precious memory & tribute for a meaningful family member.
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